MY DAY: Nothing Natural

A college friend, Bryan Ames, wrote about a strange phenomenon he experienced while driving back home to Plymouth, Indiana this evening.

Light Pillars

It reminded me of a terribly cold winter’as morning around 1981 when Mother and I were driving down Old 13 in Madison County, Indiana on our way to join Grandpa and Grandma for church in Lapel, Indiana.

Just after you leave IN-37 onto IN-13 the road passes over Pipe Creek, and very shortly, White River at Perkinsville.

We were approaching the Pipe Creek bridge and Mother began slowing down for fear of running over an ice patch.  Even now, thirty-six years later, it felt as though everything ran in slow motion:

Over to our right on the southwestern banks of Pipe Creek something suddenly appeared, hovering over the water’s edge.  It was a blinding bright, van-sized white-lighted orb, floating at eye level with the bridge.  It reminded me of the old flash cubes when ignited; however, the light was not a flash, it was constant.  The orb seemed to hover in the air for minutes, but it could not have been more than a few seconds since we were driving in a car.  As though caught by surprise, the orb began dancing in a frantic circular motion before zooming toward us and then recoiling westward,  instantly disappearing into the sky.

As we reached the southern end of the bridge Mother pulled the red and black Ford Pinto Pony over to the side of the road.

“You saw that, too, didn’t you?” she asked.

I’d never observed Mother with any panic or distress in her voice, but there was an odd tone as she verified what I’d seen beyond the bridge.

“Yes… I saw it.”

We both looked around the area before continuing on to Lapel.

Over the years, Mother and I have often discussed that cold winter’s morning and the phenomenon we shared.   We’ve both agreed that it was indeed, a very rare and mystifying experience.

I’ve researched the topic and searched through videos on the internet and I’ve never been able to locate anything that matches the description of what Mother and I saw. 

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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